I make a big pot of pasta with vegetables, and I stretch it out for the week.
I never did smoke that much pot; never was a big pothead.
I know from personal experience, if a chef yelled at me in a kitchen, the first thing I'd want to do is hit them with a pot.
Each of us needs something - food, liquor, pot, whatever - to help us survive. Dracula needs blood.
Pol Pot will surrender, be captured or commit suicide.
In terms of pots and pans, I just use the basics - I'm not a snob like that.
The hand that dips into the bottom of the pot will eat the biggest snail.
Be melting snow. Wash yourself of yourself.
The art world is molting - some would say melting. Galleries are closing; museums are scaling back.
Demonise one of them and the sympathisers will melt away.
The thought of you makes my heart melt.
Kindness has the warmth in it and it can melt a hateful heart.
The ice has to face the heat and melt to reach the Ocean.
Lights became so hot they melted mascara on women's faces in early television.
Cáel sighed. “Look, right now? Either you want Rose, or you don’t. If you do—and, quite frankly, it’s obvious to me that you do—then give the woman a break and give yourself some credit for not being a whack job. Women are strange creature...
Oh, hey, kettle, I’m pot and wow, you’re black.” - Owen
When these suckers had formed roots in the open ground, or kind of nursery where they were planted, they were looked over and the best taken up for potting.
Just keep stirring the pot, you never know what will come up.
The heart is cooking a pot of food for you. Be patient until it is cooked
Genius is more often found in a cracked pot than in a whole one.
He tosses aside his paint-pots and his words a foot and a half long.
